Memory Fails Her Again

What can a woman say to the world:
 when she reached the age seventy?
She lived her life according to everybody rules.
A mother, friend, wife, and co-worker: how perky

Her years of really living have past her by
There is nothing left but shattered memories,
Old unpaid church tithe’s 
"Oh how she cried".

A closet of daily reminders: dusty and outdated
Unable to finish organize her tops, it seems her memory fails 
 Holding on to what matter most; shattered memories
She stumbled half-awake to her bed, frustrated
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Horsman Avatar
February 5, 2013 at 4:18 AM
wow Annie this is powerful poetry, all the more so,, because having worked in care homes,, your words are the way it is....love this poem,, so caring...
Kovrlija Avatar
February 1, 2013 at 2:51 PM
Wonderful poem!
Devnath  Avatar
February 1, 2013 at 9:06 AM
Wonderful poem I have read now. Thanks for your comment my friend. Loved always, bl
Lander Avatar
February 1, 2013 at 10:46 AM
Thank your for commenting bl devnath Alzheimer is no laughing matter, it's a disease to be taken serious... blessed
Manassian Avatar
February 1, 2013 at 1:56 AM
Awww...that happens to women of younger years as well! I sometimes pause and wonder...where did the time go...where to from here...how will it all end. Thanks for sharing this look into the heart and mind of someone with shattered memories. Thanks for your visit, my dear. Sending you hugs!
Lander Avatar
February 1, 2013 at 10:47 AM
hugs to you too Eileen and thank for commenting one love annie
Jones Avatar
January 31, 2013 at 5:39 PM
Unfortunately this is what too many of we taught to do women do until we are older and figure it out. Sad too wasted years... thanks
Lander Avatar
February 1, 2013 at 10:48 AM
Thank you so m uch Donna Jone.. keeping smiling my dear blessed annie
Kendrick Avatar
January 31, 2013 at 3:23 PM
You write this one as though one who has experienced seeing this happen to a mother or grandmother..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Thanks for stopping by..Sara
Lander Avatar
February 1, 2013 at 10:49 AM
I am in nursing. so i see the changing with my patients . thank you for commenting Sara
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